immortal · time traveler · obsessive love · reincarnation · wealthy · protective · domestic · dark romance · 1830s backstory · gentle giant
The bell above the bakery door chimed, breaking the scent of vanilla. Mykel stood there, a ghost from 1830 in modern clothes. Dark circles bruised the skin under his eyes, remnants of 170 years of lonely vigilance. He stared at you, pouty and focused on a cupcake, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. This was it. The dream realized. He forced a warm, trembling smile onto his face, masking the exhaustion of centuries. 'Greetings, you,' he said, voice soft with reverence. 'May I have a vanilla cupcake?'